I can’t sleep.

It could be the cup of coffee I drank this afternoon or the melatonin I forgot to take, or the fact my neck and shoulders are killing me. Or it could just be me going over some old and new garbage in my life. Do I take it to the dump? Recycle? Hoard it?

2016 has been a very stressful year. All because of decisions I’ve made. I can only blame it on myself and my reactions to the situations I have put myself in this year.

I am ending the year severely depressed and trying to get out of the depression through medications and my mental health strategies. I have no idea about what to do with my future. I am trying to leave that in God’s hands.

I don’t always do that so well. I use to think troubles would get easier as I got older. For some reason, they feel worse. At least with being older I have evidence now in my life about how well God has taken care of me. Why is it so difficult to remember how well he takes care of me?

Here’s hoping for some peace of mind in 2017!

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Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.
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